There's nothing in this crimson bed
Just stains of past from love long dead
No warmth to wrap around me tight
To cease the chill that comes with night
And in this cold and crimson bed
No dreams come to my weary head
Just nightmares that reflect my pain
Again, again, again, again
And in this crimson bed i sleep
I gave my soul the lord to keep
Incase the morning i don't wake
An angel i may never make
There's nothing in this crimson bed
Just stains from times in which i've bled
The only time I'm ever warmed
Is when those stains are formed
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